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As eternity is an ephemeral dream born of convenience, it is therefore necessary to live every experience as if it were the last moment...
Where words cannot...
It’s a labyrinth of dreams, ideas, concepts.
Sometimes violent, sometimes sweet, sometimes who knows ..
It coats the spirit, makes the heart thunder, and our sensibility weep. In a word, emotion.
That emotion which captures a moment so as to render it eternal. Capturing a moment in the mind, in the heart; halting the growl of a lion, stopping drops of rain or drops of blood.
What is painting?
It is the only way to give life to a dream...the only way to capture an emotion...the only way to love without words, without gesture... but also liberating the weather-beaten spirit.
Coating the mind in colour, draping the reckless spirit fearless of reality. Dreams without rules, shame, hypocrisy and socio-cultural preconceptions. The heart which rouses the primitive animal, which returns the mind to a primeval purity and naturalness, sealing the hand as the only true hunter of prey. I am a lion and my paintings are my quarry. As the beast needs to feed itself, so I through my brush, feed my need to express my emotions and dreams.
To render visible what cannot be seen, to smell the scents which cannot be smelled, to hear what cannot be heard... that is to bring alive what is trapped and dormant and lives within my spirit.
I look in the mirror and I see my flesh. I look at my painting and .... I see my soul.
“ Art transforms the life of each one of us into something sacred”
Oscar Wilde
“ It is the individuality of the artist over mere technique which is the only meaningful thing of a work of art. Personality is the true soul of art. Without that individual value that is personality, that very same beauty becomes banal.”
Lin Yutang
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